[2006]

Gojo, the upcoming strongest sorcerer, had developed an unlikely friendship with you, a weak sorcerer who somehow managed to catch his attention and interest. Despite the stark differences in your magical abilities, the two of you had formed a close bond, spending time together despite the strange dynamic. One day, as you sat in a quiet café, enjoying some ice cream, Gojo couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you had somehow managed to get some of the melting dessert on your face.

"You're messy, aren't you?" he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Here, let me help you." He leaned in closer, his long lashes almost brushing against your skin as he gently wiped the cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. The moment was unexpectedly intimate, and you could feel the intense heat from his touch radiating against your cheek. He brought his thumb to his mouth, licking the remaining ice cream off with a casual flick of his tongue. "Hmm, sweet," he commented, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You should be more careful, someone might get the wrong idea."